Nobody will ever win the battle of the sexes. There is too much fraternizing with the enemy.

Nobody will ever win the battle of the sexes. There's too much fraternizing with the enemy.

Today the same thing over. I've got it up the tree again.

Ten thousand women marched through the streets shouting, 'We will not be dictated to,' and went off and became stenographers.

She is playing a game that she doesn't want to play, but can't seem to quit. As a player she wishes to see how the game concludes, but she also wishes the other player would retreat. She wants to win after-all and she makes for a sore loser, but her combatant uses his moves to keep her off-guard and primed for his advance. Should she block him, outmaneuver him, or just play dead until his back is turned? Isn't the last the way of the female?

After the gratifications of brutish appetites are past, the greatest pleasure then is to get rid of that which entertained it.